I’ve been trying to wrap my head around how I’m feeling, as we watch this slow motion viral apocalypse unfolding. If I’m honest with myself, I’m scared for the future—not just for myself and my family, and the impact an economic crash could have on us, but for my parents and in-laws’ health, for my friends who have been laid off already, and more generally for the impact this is going to have on the most vulnerable around us—and because I don’t know what tomorrow holds, how bad this is truly going to get, I’m constantly anxious.
Read MoreLast night I laid in bed talking with my nine-year-old son. My wife usually gets to participate in this ritual. My son has things on his mind, and every evening, after putting the younger two to bed, she crawls in with him and they talk about their days. I often arrive home too late to participate, but today was my day to whisper secrets.
Read MoreI’m going back to the basics.
I never thought I’d be blogging again, but here I am. Thanks in part to Asha Dornfest’s call to action to rebuild America through writing — a popular idea lately thanks to the missteps of our favorite social media platforms — I’ve taken up my digital pen again.
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